chocolate, TEA, OR THREE ?

Bobby and Carl were old college pal. They lived in the Saame dorm for three yr and they partied together, played intramural sports together, and sometimes even studied together. Carl was a year ahead of Bobby but they ended up graduating at the same time. Once they graduated they worked multiple jobs for a few months to spare money, and then piled into Bobby's car and traveled the United States for almost six months. Sharing that experience pretty much bonded them for life.

They were opposite word in many ways. Bobby was blonde, tall and lean-muscled, a baseball player, a base runner and a musician ; Carl was brown-haired, stocky and had been an amateur packer and had a crooked nose as a resultant role. Bobby was into music and the arts and liked to camp and boost ; Carl liked to work on cars, go hunt and fishing and stay at the Best western. In their college afterlives Bobby was a sales rep for an athletic wear manufacturer and played euphony on the side of meat ; Carl was a manager for a firm that refurbished underground double-decker. But they were good friends, shared the Saami sense of body fluid, and made it a distributor point to get together every few months for a Night out.

This tarradiddle begins on one of those Nox. Carl and Bobby were 26 and 25 year old, and it was a Friday night, the day after Thanksgiving. They decided to satisfy at one of their old hangout, The Vous, a pub near the university campus where they'd gone to college. It was a place that had a beer and wine license, but sold no unvoiced strong drink. It was known for tawdry pitcherful, live medicine and a high doorstep for craziness, at least back when they were in school.

Bobby lived about forty-five minutes away from campus and Carl lived an hour away in the inverse centering so they drove separately and met out front of The Vous. They went inside to the bar, ordered two bottle of beer and a ewer of snow, and then found a modest tabular array off to the position and took seats. The beers were mostly for show. The hurler of Coke was for the bottle of rum Carl had stuffed in his jacket.

The place was bushed for a Friday, which made sentiency since it was Thanksgiving weekend and most students had gone home for the holiday. Only two other table were occupied in improver to a handful of regulars at the bar. There was a triplet setting up on stage. While Carl surreptitiously stirred rum into the pitcher of C, Bobby went over to the band to present himself, as instrumentalist are wont to do. He wanted to see if they had any common musical friends.

Carl filled one of the tumbler the beertender had given them with Coke from the twirler, then cradling the pitcherful in his lap, emptied a one-third of the rum into it. Meanwhile Bobby talked to the guitar player and admired his instruments. As it turned out, they didn't have any mutual acquaintances but they dug a lot of the same clobber. It was a blues-rock set, and Bobby had grown up on that.

Bobby sat back down at the mesa with Carl and they commenced to shooting the mother fucker, sipping beer and chasing it with Cuba Libres. They talked about the common stuff and nonsense they talked about when they got together : jobs, summercater, cleaning lady and college. Finally, after about twenty minute the band kicked it into power train. Immediately Bobby could hear that the banding was really pissed and thankfully not ear-bleeding loud. That was good he thought, especially with the mostly-empty room.

It looked like it was going to be a slow dark at The Vous. Only a few Thomas More people had come into the billet after Carl and Bobby. There was a table of four, two couples seated in a booth on the far side, and two girls at a deuce not far from their own table.

Carl nudged Bobby when he noticed the two madam and tilted his headway in their charge."Hey buddy, check it out,"he said."Hard left rudder, we got two hot ones."

The girls were fine looking and were sharing a carafe of wine-colored. One was blonde, with shoulder-length nappy curls, and looked to be in her betimes 1920s. The other was a few years older but looked just as delectable, with the same frizzly hairsbreadth, only she was brunette. Both were slim and sexy in blind drunk jean, Blondie with a snug red sweater and the older gal in a creamy-white blouse. Both looked goodness enough to eat, and somewhat out of shoes at this dump.

"They must be sis,"Bobby said.

"Sisters ? Really ?"

"Yeah, look at their middle. They have the same optic. Lapp mouth too."

Carl tried to look without staring."well, I don't care if they're sis, or cousins or slattern, they are fucking hot ! We need Thomas More ice,"he said, and got up to go to the bar. Bobby figured he just wanted to get a better look at the chicks.

Bobby was applauding a guitar solo when Carl came back with a stadium of ice and some lime wedges.

"I ordered them a drink,"Carl said as he sat down. The Vous was not known for reliable postponement staff.

"You did ?"

"Yep. mixologist's going to send them over in a few minutes when they're ready for refills."

"Smooth !"Bobby said, and filled their glasses over fresh ice."Drink up !"

Carl dumped the rest of the ice into the pitcher and poured in another healthy battery-acid of rum. The refreshments were going down loose and Bobby was getting into the music, tapping his infantry and rapping his ovolo on the table. The rhythm section was a meaty, steady pulse and now the guitarist had switched to electric violin and was knocking off blue devil poke with his bow and his fingers.

"This band is good,"Bobby said when the tune ended.

"Hey, look,"Carl said, nodding toward the girls.

The bartender was delivering the new carafe of wine-colored. They watched as he explained who'd sent the beverage and pointed toward them. The girls both looked over at them and with coy smiles raised their glasses in thanks. The band kicked into a irksome blue devil and the lead guitar moaned.

Over the rest of the set they would glance over at the girls and occasionally eye touch would be made. At one full stop the brunet got up and went to the peeress elbow room. Carl and Bobby had their eyes glued to her tightly-wrapped hindquarters until she disappeared down the manor hall to the public convenience. Then they glanced at the blonde, who was smiling and shaking her head.

"Caught you !"she lipped, pointing at them.

Bobby and Carl blushed, shrugged and laughed. Then they raised their drinks and clinked their glasses.

"That's worth a goner !"Bobby said, loud enough for all to hear.

Just as the band went on a break, the brunette returned from the restroom and they were watching her. They were surprised when she made a beeline for their table.

"Hey bozo, thanks again for the crapulence. We wanted to come back the gesture but what are you drinking ? I see two empty beer bottles, but what's in the pitcher ?"Her voice was low and breathy.

"Coke,"Bobby said.

"Coke ?"she said."You kidding me ? How can two young guys have as much fun as you're having drinking Coke ?"

They looked at each other and laughed. Carl opened his jacket and showed her the nursing bottle."Rum and coke,"he said softly."Want one ?"

She threw her head back and laughed."Beautiful !"she said."Two beers and a pitcher of blow coming up."She strutted off to the bar.

Bobby looked at the blonde. She had a grin on her face.

"Hey, do you heed if we move over there,"he said, pointing at the table next to theirs.

"It would be better than hollering halfway across the room,"Blondie said.

Bobby and Carl hustled to the board with their glasses and pitcher. Soon brunette returned carrying a tray with two beers, a pitcher of Coke and some plastic cups.

"Why don't we push these tables together,"she said as she placed the tray on the table."It will be easier to babble that way."So they did. Without asking Bobby poured their intermixture into two cupful for the girls.

institution were made. The brunette was named Summer and the blonde was named Bree.

"Those are interesting names,"Bobby said."Different. Unique."

"We're interesting women,"Summer said with a wink.

"No argumentation there,"Bobby said."Were you born in the summer ? Is summer a nickname ?"

"No, it's my really name. My mother is a holdover hippy."

"Ah, I see. And Bree…,"he said, turning to her."Is that like the cheese ?"

"No, it's short for duck soup. My mom is a holdover hippy too."

"Right,"Carl chimed in."Because you're sister, right ?"

summertime and Bree looked at each early, smiling, and sipped their wine.

"You're very perceptive,"Bree said.

"Really,"he went on,"Because you look alike, you have the same eyes and the same back talk and I bet you get that a lot…"

"I'm her mother,"summertime said, cutting him off.

Carl and Bobby were both caught off guard. They sat back in their chairs, taking it in.

"I never would have guessed,"Bobby said."summer, you look like her big Sister, maybe three or four years older !"

"well,"she chuckled,"I had her at a young age, but not that unseasoned !"

They all laughed. The ice had been thoroughly broken. The guy cable had inadvertently made summertime's night, and they could state that Bree was proud of her hot mom. They all went on to memorize about each other. Bobby and Carl told them about their college days and car trip and occupation and their casual night out. Summer lived alone in a belittled theater three stoppage from the bar, and worked at the VA infirmary and taught yoga and aerobics. Bree was XXI and was visiting for the long weekend. She lived in New York city where she had a day job at an art museum while she tried to reach it as a dancer.

The night turned out to be a blast. They drank all the rum and danced and changed partners several meter. Bobby sat in with the stria on a duet tunes and slow-danced with Bree and Summer. He loved the feel and smell of both, and the touch of their mamilla against his chest, and was pretty for sure it was no accident when their stifle found their way gently between his thighs.

The eye touch they made, the smiles they shared, and the open conversation they had over several hours made this a special Night. But as is often the case when there are two guys and two fille, it can be awkward not knowing the next skillful step. It seemed to be clicking on all levels, but as the Nox wound down, Bobby wondered where it would go next.

-- --

After the third set, Bree and summertime went to the public convenience together. This is it, Bobby thought.

"So, who gets the old dame ?"Carl said after they left.

"Hey, she doesn't look old to me,"Bobby said,"She looks just about right."

"How old do you think she is ?"

"I don't know. She said she had Bree when she was young. Bree's twenty-one. What, maybe thirty-nine or forty ?"

"She looks damn proficient for thirty-nine or forty."

"hoot, she looks in effect for twenty-nine or thirty !"Bobby said.

-- --

In the public toilet Bree and summer were having a similar conversation.

"So, do you want to take them home ?"Bree asked."They seem like dainty guys."

"Yeah, they are. Don't seem like axe liquidator at all, do they ?"

"Mom, are you ready for this ?"

"I think so."

"What about that guy you were seeing ? Mel, was it ?"

"On and off. Mostly off."

"I thought he was kind of a fuddy-duddy."

"I know."

"So who gets Bobby ?"Bree asked."I can tell you like him."

Summer sighed."Yeah, well, he's cute. You like him, that's obvious."

"Sure, what's not to wish ? But Carl's not bad. Not as good-looking, but a prissy guy."

"right field. You take Bobby. You're visiting, you take him."

"No, you sure ? Want to throw for it ?"

"No. I don't have a coin anyway."

"Neither do I."

-- --

The guy cable had just paid the tab when the lady friend got back to the mesa and it was instantly acquit how they would be paired.

"Do you want to hail back to the menage ?"summertime said directly to Carl.

"come on over, it's not far,"Bree said, sidling up to Bobby."The nighttime is still young."

talk about a no-brainer. Bobby and Carl left their elevator car parked where they were and the four of them started walking. summertime and Carl walked about fifteen feet ahead of Bree and Bobby so each distich had a bit of privacy as they made their way to the house.

When they were about a half block away Bree took Bobby's hand and a few stride later pointed to a white cottage with Brown trim, with a porchlight illuminating a long narrow porch and a fine-trimmed hedging in front.

"We're home,"Bree said."That's Mom's business firm there."

"Very nice,"Bobby said. He didn't know what else to say.

They watched Summer and Carl climb the three stair onto the porch and saw her mom fumble with her tonality and unlock the door. Abruptly Bree stopped and turned to Bobby and squeezed his hand.

"Kiss me,"she said.

Bobby didn't need any more encouragement than that. He put his free handwriting behind her head and pulled her face to his. Their mouths had barely met for a bit before their lip parted and they were tasting clapper. Bree's weapon went around him, one bridge player on his spinal column and the other on his ass, and she pulled him close. As they kissed they heard Summer and Carl entering the house and the storm room access closed with a bang, then reopened. The porchlight flickered on and off several times.

"Get a elbow room !"Carl called, and laughed loudly before turning off the twinkle.

Bree and Bobby broke into laughter, ending their kiss.

"It's Nice to get the first kiss out of the way,"Bree said."No awkwardness."

"The first of many,"Bobby said, and he kissed her again, not as long this time.

"Let's go in. Before Mom puts out an APB."

They entered the house. Carl and summertime were in the kitchen, still dancing around each other a little bit. She was at the stove and he was standing beside her.

"I'm making tea,"summertime called.

Bree looked in Bobby's eyes, held his paw and whispered,"Do you want tea…or me ?"

"I want Bree,"he said.

She pulled him down the vestibule. She showed him where the bathroom was and then opened the door opposite."Wait for me in here, I'll be right back."

Bree went back to the kitchen.

"Mom, I think we'll pass on the tea,"she said.

"Oh, okeh, I understand,"Summer said."You sure you don't need something before you go to bed ? Orange juice, an vigor drink, a Vitamin B shot ?"

"No, I think we're fine."

"All right. Try to keep it down in there,"she said."We have neighbors."Carl and summer laughed.

"rightfulness back at ya,"Bree retorted.

Meanwhile Bobby was looking around the way, which obviously had been Bree's childhood chamber and little had changed. There were plaques on the wall for gymnastic exercise and terpsichore, and photos of her in activeness. One framed exposure on the dresser caught his pastime and he picked it up to examine it more closely. It was an eight by ten photo of Bree on stage, under the lights, dancing on the tiny crest of her toes with her hands high above her head, her aphrodisiac bod dressed in a white frilly tutu, white leggings and skimpy ballet slippers.

"Do you like that word picture ?"Bree asked as she closed the bedroom door behind her.

"Oh, uh yes,"Bobby said."It's amazing. It's beautiful."

"That's ‘ The Nutcracker ’. Off-off-off-off-off Broadway. But still one of the few adequate fishgig I've gotten in New York."

"I could never conceive how dancers could stand on their toes like that. It looks like it must ache like hell, I cringe when I see it. But damn, it's so sexy."

"You think that's sexy ? Dancing en pointe ?"she asked, and moved into his weaponry."You're going to be easy."

"Easy for you,"he said. He kissed her and their clapper slow-danced for thirty seconds. He felt the burn of her tit and the resoluteness of her thigh against him. They kissed again, harder.

"Dance for me. En pointe,"he whispered. He kissed her neck and squeezed her butt.

"Are you serious ? Now ?"Her ear lobe was in his mouth.

"Just for a minute,"he rasped. He kissed her mouth again.

"You are too very much, Bobby,"she laughed, pushing him away."Okay, down boy."

She pulled a chair out from under a small desk and turned it around.

"Sit here. Get divest. If I'm going to give you a show, you have to devote me one too. He started unbuttoning his shirt.

Bree picked up her phone from the bureau, fiddled with it for a few seconds and then disappeared into the walk-in closet.

Bobby hung his shirt on the cover of the chair and unbuckled his pants. His dick was already well on the way to reaching its steely potential. He sat and listened to the rummaging going on in the closet.

"Are you ready ?"Bree finally asked.

"All ready,"Bobby replied.

"Are you naked ?"she said.

Bobby pushed his gasp down below his human knee."Yes,"he replied.

"OK, here goes. It's going to be short and sweet."

Music started playing softly and Bobby saw Bree's arm extend out from the closet and set the sound on the dresser. It sounded familiar but Bobby didn't know diddly-squat about ballet. Then Bree breezed into the way on her toes…en pointe…with her arms in a circle mellow above her question, dancing gracefully to the strings, back and forth and around him in the small space. She wore ballet slippers and frilly pantie, and zilch else except for the slender gold doughnut pierced through the nipples of her perky moderate-sized breasts.

Bobby sat with his pecker erect, salivating, thinking how great is this ? I'm sitting in this beautiful girl's bedroom, listening to ballet medicine with a hard-on, watching this sexy fox whom I'm about to sleep with, dance around me, titillating me, tempting me, driving me to the point of…

Bree's paw were no longer richly in the air. She was improvising now, running her handwriting over her flesh, cupping her knocker, inside her panties, along the pass of her ass.

She came down on flat feet a few inch in front of him. She took his cock in her hand.

"The appearance was suddenly and sweet, but it's nice to see this isn't,"she said.

"You're so fucking hot,"Bobby said.

He put his finger's breadth inside her step-in and slid them down to the level. Her pussycat sassing glistened in the easygoing light source. He pulled her closer and leaned his face into her lean, clean muff. He licked her labia, inside and out and around and Bree sighed when he sucked her clitoris gently between his sass. As she stroked his phallus she ground her mound softly into his face.

"Now I'll do a different kind of dance for you,"she said. A lap saltation, Bobby intellection. He groaned when she lowered herself onto him and he felt the warm, wet cloud nine of her cunt swallow up his cock.

Just like that they were fucking. Sitting naked in a desk hot seat, this OK young fair sex was sliding up and down on his swollen pole. He assisted her with his hands on her hips, lifting, lowering, and craning his cock into her. She felt perch and graceful, floating above him, but with her juicy snatch attached to him, gripping him and sucking him.

The punishing chair had no give, each of Bree's downward driving force ended with a sudden splat. Soon Bobby's sweaty ass was sliding around on the wooden butt. He put the finger of one hand in the shot of Bree's ass and the other arm around her pep pill rachis and stood up. With his jeans around his ankles and his dick stuck like a fulcrum into her hungry bozo he waddled over to put his knees on the edge of the bed. He wriggled their soundbox up onto the bed, and with Swan Lake playing softly in the background, Bobby started fucking her like a man on a mission. Bree dug her digit into Bobby's back and rammed her groin into his.

The bed was a close call. It creaked loudly with each plunge, the springs straining under the power of their love life. The screechy sound bounced off the bedroom walls and all Bobby could think about was how summertime and Carl had to hear it back in the kitchen while they were having their tea. Bree didn't seem to care or notice.

Bree's cunt felt slick and smooth to Bobby as he fucked her, a glossy ride in and out over and over, and he felt like they were slowly sliding toward easy orgasm when she stopped.

"Put it in me as deep as you can and hold it for a second,"she hissed.

He pushed his cock as deeply as he could into her wet socket and stopped. Then he felt her legs twist beneath him and her pussy tightened down and put insistency around his peckerwood like a powered vise.

"Holy shit !"Bobby said,"What the hell is that ?"

"I'm hugging you,"she said.

Bobby looked under him at her legs. They were twisted tightly together like the conducting wire in a coaxial cable, thus winching her pussy into a clenched fist.

"tinker's damn, that's tight,"he said.

Bree started rocking back into their rhythm and he went with it."Finish fucking me,"she whispered.

Bobby got back to fucking her but there was no more in and out, it was back and Forth, harder and then even harder, with their loins stuck together like glue, two bodies melded into one, pounding, trying to squeeze the cum out of each other like they were a couple of flattened toothpaste tubes.

They fucked hard, they sighed and moaned along with the box springtime, and Bobby's dick moved very petty inside Bree's aphrodisiacal slot. Little by little, with each serpentine stroking of their unite groins, he felt his cum Menachem Begin to churn. He instinctively knew that if his sperm could ever make it up through the force wrapped around his dick it was surely to be a whopper.

A moment later Bree came to his rescue. As she sung out with a high-pitched trill her jackass unsnatched from around his stuffed essence and she came, unleashing a wet undulation of cum. Their low meter together and their orgasms were almost simultaneous : Bobby continued fucking her and after only three or four More strokes into her wet, unfold stroke, his semen rose through him like it was rushing to put out a ardor. He was still coming when he pulled his desiccated heart out of her and collapsed on the mattress beside her. He looked at Bree's look and she was grinning ear-to-ear. He smiled too.

"Amazing !"Bobby said, shaking his fountainhead. He put his mouth to hers and they held each former and kissed softly for a long time.

-- --

"What was that thing you did with your legs ?"Bobby asked."That was intense."

"I don't know. Kama sutra sex and dancer muscleman working together I guess. Was it good ?"

"Not good, fantastic. I could get hooked on that."

There was silence for a mo as they held one another.

"But I'll try not to,"Bobby added.

Another silence.

Then :"You'll try not to,"Bree repeated."Why is that ?"

Bobby said,"Because you're in New York. And I'm not."

Thirty seconds more of silence.

"Why don't you have a boyfriend ?"Bobby asked.

"How do you know I don't ?

"I don't know. Do you ?"

"No. There's not time and I meet so many assholes with massive egos it's not worth the worry. There are a one-half dozen backstage romances going on in every yield I've been in. They hit on me all the time. It gets to be a retarding force. It's nice to be home ; to come across soul normal for a change."

"Ah…"

"What about you ?"she went on."girl ?"

"No."

"Good."

More silence.

Bobby started kissing her cervix and shoulder. Then her breasts. Bree moaned when he sucked her hooped nipples into his mouth. Her fingers were in his whisker, assisting.

"You have a beautiful body,"he said in between teat sucks.

"I like yours too,"she said, massaging his scalp.

He worked his way down, and he shifted his consistence around gradually as he moved his mouth over her warm moistness physique, to her drop stomach, teasing around her already-fucked pussycat, to her inner thigh, kissing her human knee, calfskin, shinbone, ankle joint. He took his metre kissing the fillet of sole of her feet. Then he licked her right big toe, and sucked it deep into his mouth.

"What are you doing ?"Bree asked.

"Your toes are special,"he said."You are a dancer. They support you. I support them. You dance on the backsheesh of these toes. What a fucking turn-on !"

He expected a jest but didn't get it. He continued to blow all of her toes one after the other.

"What, do you have a substructure fetish or something ?"Bree asked when he was switching to her moment foot.

"Never did till now,"he said."Think of it as my own ballet. It's the horizontal en pointe."

Bree chuckled softly."Well, this is a inaugural. But you're a salutary dancer I must say."

"I'm gon na suck up your toes till you come."

Bree pretzeled her lithe body around so that with Bobby's mouth still on her toes she could get her oral fissure on his penis. She licked it and kissed it and nipped at it until it was again at its utmost stiffness.

"I'm going to let my sass terpsichore on this baby for a piece,"she said. Bobby groaned and half-gagged on her polish up big toe when he felt her rima oris surround his surging cock.

Despite their awkward perspective Bobby did his scoop to fuck Bree's side as she blew him and he kept trying to suck the rouge off of her toenails. By the time he finished sucking all of her toes she had not yet had another orgasm but his pecker felt like a balloon about to bust. He reconfigured their bodies a indorse sentence, stretching and straightening into a more comfortable sixty-nine side. With her mouth now a warm, cozy glove around his pompous flub he split her luscious lips with is lingua and tasted her tart puss and sucked her sanguine clitoris into his mouth.

Bree shrieked and she grinded her snatch into his face. The bed creaked as they fucked each other's faces. The room smelled of raw sex and the air was filled with the wet echoed sounds of slurping and sucking and the slapping of thirsty mouths on horny flesh.

Bobby knew his cum would soon be on the raise so he gave Bree's clit one more John Roy Major power suck, eliciting another shrill, stifled shout from her cock-filled mouthpiece. Then he went to wreak with his tongue, licking and slashing like a viper in oestrus on her overspread back talk and her upright organ.

Bree's cunt exploded in his brass. Bobby was shocked by the force-out of it, but was it for him, because of him ? Or was it a pent-up tank, finally being emptied ? He didn't have much time to guess about it because his mouth and anterior naris were now flooded and her body writhed as he held her. A consequence later his body shook and he came in her mouth, and her lips stayed on him, hurry after rush, until he was done.

-- --

After several minutes basking in the coal of their heating they took bit in the bathroom to perform their bedtime ablutions. Bree went first and when she returned she handed her toothbrush to Bobby. He brushed his teeth and washed up and then searched the medicine console. He found a tube of skin application and gently rubbed some into each side of his cock, hoping to let off the soreness of his new, raw light touch burns.

It was getting pretty late. Bobby climbed back into bed and curled his arms around Bree so their naked bodies were touching in as many topographic point as possible. The air in the way smelled of lewd, leftover enjoy but their osculation were minty impudent until they fell off to sleep.

The sunup sun was just beginning to filter through the pall when Bobby was awakened by Bree's back talk on his enlarged cock. He ran his fingers through her hair.

"You had a huge erecting,"Bree said, looking up."I wanted to say ‘ Good sunup ’."Then she went right back to work.

She sucked him hard and dug her fingerbreadth into his ass. He only winced a couple meter from the tenderness on his shaft. Soon he moaned and groaned and convolute and shook and busted his nut. Bree kept her back talk glued to his warm gun as he came and swallowed most of it but still had a mouthful when she kissed him.

"Good morning !"she said.

"Good morning to you. Now it's my turn."

Bobby put his head between her legs and buried his mouth into her cooch and started eating. He held her behind in his hired hand and she locked her legs around his neck opening and fucked his aspect for several hour. When she relaxed her clench Bobby rose up onto her. Bree brought her legs up until they were resting on her shoulder joint giving him total memory access. Another turn-on, he thought, thanks to her dancer tractability. With his look tacky from fret and jizz he slipped his re-hardened cock into her deeper than ever and gave her an intense, bed-banging, two-fold orgasm, proper good morning fuck.

"When do you go back to New York ?"Bobby asked after their bodies had stopped erupting.

"Tomorrow,"she said meekly.

"Can I see you tonight ?"

"You better believe it !"

Bree took a shower first and then while Bobby was taking his she changed the inert linen paper and made the bed. Then she went into the kitchen where her mom was pouring Orange succus and had burnt umber brewing.

"wellspring, full morning, Houserocker,"her mother said when she entered the room."Does your bed still have four leg ?"

Bree smiled and blushed and poured her own ice of juice.

"Where's Carl ?"

"He left overnight. He said he had to work today."

"How did it go ?"

"It was okay. No conjuration. I won't be seeing him again,"Summer said."But it sounded like a different story in your room."

"Yep,"Bree said. Then she put her lips to her mom's ear and whispered,"Magical."

A moment later Bobby breezed into the kitchen.

"Good sunrise, Summer,"he said energetically.

"commodity morning Bobby."

After they shared a few other good manners Bobby said he had to be going. He looked at Bree and said,"Pick you up at six ?"

Bree nodded."That sounds good."

She walked him to the threshold and kissed him goodbye on the front porch.

-- --

Bree was watching for Bobby when he pulled up in front of the house right as six o'clock and was immediately on her way out the door.

"Bobby's here,"she called to her mother."I'm leaving, Mom. Don't wait up."

"Have fun,"summertime said."Don't forget brunch with Grandma."

Bobby watched Bree jog toward him, thinking Damn !, why does she have to live in New House of York ? She looked marvellous in a long-sleeved black dress with a slide fastener all the way down the front from the top to the hem at mid-thigh. As she scurried across the presence grand it was obvious she was braless and her limber legs forced the attire a little farther up her legs. She jumped into the car, put her bag and sweater on the tush and leant to open Bobby a candy kiss on the lips.

Bobby had searched around to see if there was some sort of dance performance going on somewhere in townsfolk that he could take her to but there was none to be found. This didn't really bother him because the match hours they would have spent sitting in prat watching the show was a span hours he could not drop talking to her, getting to know her adept, laughing with her, or trying to get her naked. So he would subscribe to her to dinner and they would wing it from there.

The eventide was a smash success. dinner party was at Flounder Fred's, a popular seafood restaurant. They had to expect for a table but that was sang-froid, they had a couple drinkable and were good and unleash by the time they got a table. dinner was delicious and the conversation was even zestier. They talked about the night before : meeting at the bar, partying, laughing, going to bed together, the sex, the horizontal en pointe. By the time they finished the meal Bree was wet and Bobby was playing with himself under the table.

"We better get out of here before I unzip your dress,"he said.

"How's this for a start ?"Bree asked, and pulled the zip fastener down six in, teasing him with cleavage.

"Let's go,"he said. They walked out hand-in-hand.

Fortunately there was a vacancy at the Holiday Inn about a half block away. As they were checking in Bree opened her purse and took out her toothbrush and showed it to Bobby with a sly grin. She had planned well. They found their room and were naked in about ten seconds. They slammed their lips together and groped for the bed. They spent the night petting, nookie, sucking, licking, moaning and groaning and coming all over each other. He even got another dosage of Bree's legs-crossed, cunt-locked scissor fucking. In the early morning they did it all again. Then they showered together, getting cleaned up for brunch. But Bobby's stopcock found its way into her one more time while the power spray rained down on them. He even cleaned her asshole with his glossa for safe measure.

-- --

Bobby tried to beg off of brunch, thinking it may be kind of awkward. Bree told him no, it's okey, don't vexation, they're cool. She picked up her phone and called her mother. summertime agreed and welcomed him.

They met at an upscale restaurant near the university. Bree and Bobby wore their Lapplander clothes from the night before but they had cleaned up real nice. summertime looked fabulous in a red skirt and a USN harvest top. And Bobby thought Ella, who was summertime's female parent and Bree's grannie, looked pretty damn good too. He figured she had to be late 1950s, but she looked ten or twelve eld younger. She was slim like her girl and granddaughter and looked in excellent shape. And she definitely looked like an old hipster in a flowery embroidered peasant garb and hanker blonde/gray hair pulled back in a ponytail spring by rubber ring about every three or four inch down her back.

The cleaning lady ordered mimosa while Bobby had a fucking Blessed Virgin. Brunch was whatever they wanted. They could choose from ballock any-which-way, hot cake, waffles, French pancake, ham, bacon, grits, shekels, confection, you name it. Bobby pigged out and listened while the ladies did near of the talking. He thought Ella seemed to be more like Bree than like summertime : The free-wheeling, improvise, winging-it, artsy fartsy type. Summer seemed a little more conventional.

Brunch over, they drove in two cars to Summer's home. Ella said goodbye, hugged her daughter and granddaughter and left hand. The fourth dimension was nearing when Bree would be leaving. Bobby offered to drive her to the train post which was about a xv mo movement. While Bree was packing Bobby and summer chatted on the sofa.

"That was squeamish to extend to drive her to the train,"summer said."She doesn't sojourn very often, but when she does I always offer to drive her but she usually just calls a cab."

"My pleasance. Now we can see her off right."

"Oh, okay, yes,"she said, happy to be included.

Bree entered the room with her bag. She had changed into the Same dungaree and red sweater she'd worn on Friday night. She looked even better than the first gear time.

They piled into Bobby's car and he drove to the depot. He dropped them at the front man, got Bree's suitcase out of the trunk and went to park the car. It being a Sunday afternoon, he found a maculation easily and hustled into the station. He saw them seated on a bench and joined them.

"They said they'll be calling her railroad train in a few minutes. Everything is on fourth dimension,"summer said.

Mother and girl talked. Be deliberate, keep back in tinge, ring me when you get in, good luck on your sense of hearing, don't forget to blah blah rant. Then they all exchanged contact information and promised to stay in touch. Then they called Bree's train.

summer hugged and kissed Bree and said goodbye, and then it was Bobby's play. He hugged her tight, kissed her cheek, then gave her a unretentive deep one on the mouth.

"You should come in up to New House of York and sojourn,"Bree said.

"Sure,"he said, doubting it would ever fall out.

She hugged him again and put her brim right up to his ear.

"Mom thinks you're cute,"she whispered."Go for it."

Then she spun on her hound, picked up her bag and walked out to her train.

-- --

On the ride back to her house, Bobby realized it was the first prison term he'd been man-to-man with Summer. He wanted to make conversation but wasn't sure what to say. He didn't want to be too hackneyed and he didn't want to go too cockamamy.

"How often does Bree issue forth to chitchat ?"he asked.

"Oh, it depends on her schedule,"she said."Her day job is predictable, but the dance is all over the piazza, feast or famine. It can be a grind. I doubt she'll make it for the holidays if she's in a production again this year."

"You have to hand it to her. She's following her pipe dream. To be so young and go to The Big Malus pumila all by herself. That's pretty brave."

"She always knew what she wanted to do. I encouraged her, I said be felicitous and do what you love. She never wavered ; she worked problem and saved her money. A week after she graduated from high school she packed two big udder and got on the train."

"You encouraged her, that's in force,"Bobby said."I wish my parents had done that. They always had a plan for me, to be practical, go to college, get a degree and get a good job. I was an obedient son and did as expected, trying to delight. Doing what I loved never factored into it."

"Do you resent that ?"

"Not really because my parents didn't know any full. They did what they thought was ripe. But my talent and aptitude are in euphony and nontextual matter and I have a business concern degree. So I work in sale and wreak euphony role time. Bree is doing what she loves, pursuing that dreaming. I admire that, almost envy it. You have encouraged her to go for it and that is great. You're a good female parent, Summer."

"Thank you,"she said."My mother had me young ; she became fraught in her fourth-year year of in high spirits school. My father was a pothead who was seldom around. And then I did the like thing. I got knocked up in my senior year."

"high gear school sweetheart ?"

"Yeah, an eighteen-year-old sweetheart who turned into a twenty-year-old loser. I know the battle my Mom went through and I know the struggles I went through. I tried severely to swot up two thinking into Bree's head : watch your dreams and don't get knocked up."

"You're a practiced female parent,"he said again."And you two have a great relationship, that's obvious."

"We leaned on each other a lot when she was growing up. My female parent was a big help, but it was just the two of us most of the fourth dimension. We were closelipped. I was her best friend as well as her mother."

"When I think of when I first saw the two of you Friday nighttime at The Vous, it's still hard to conceive you're her mother. You both looked so discriminating. I thought you were the older sister. You didn't come off like any mother and daughter I've ever known."

Bobby swarm with his eyes straight ahead but his peripheral imaginativeness told him she had turned and was looking at him. She held her regard for a few seconds before facing front again.

As they neared summertime's house Bobby tensed up because he didn't know how to go along. He liked Bree a lot, but knew a retentive distance relationship was likely doomed. He liked Summer too, and since he had received Bree's green light he had no guilt about pursuing her. But he didn't know how, and didn't want to come off like a jerky. Fortunately Summer bailed him out.

"Would you like to come in for a little bit ?"she said when he pulled up in front of the menage."Would you like chocolate, or tea ?"

"Yes, thank you,"he said."Whichever you prefer would be fine."He parked the car and they went inside.

-- --

Bobby leaned against the kitchen buffet as Summer heated piss for tea. The foresightful weekend was winding down and that meant it would be back to work Mon dayspring. summertime asked Bobby about his job.

"I'm a salesman, not my natural calling to be sure, but I do okay. I have a huge district and drive a lot. I'm bedcover pretty thin but it's not bad. I come to this domain around the university once every couple of week. How about you ? You work at the V.A. hospital ?"

"Yes, I'm an ophthalmic technician,"summertime said as she poured tea."Let's go sit in the keep room."They carried their cups into the next room and sat together on the sofa.

"How did you get into that ?"

“"After I finished community college I got concern in it and took a line and became certified."

"What's an ophthalmic technician do ?"Bobby asked.

"I assist the physician with examinations and testing and surgery and patient care."

"That sounds interesting."

"It is, if you're into eyes,"she said, stirring her tea."You wouldn't believe what we see at the V.A. The neglect and the pathology we see from veterans is unbelievable, we are consistently amazed and see something new almost every day. oldtimer from World War II, Dae-Han-Min-Gook, Viet Nam, with disease and injury and Crater in their eyeballs. And they live with it. Not what you see at the typical eye doctor's office."

"Sounds like a genuine eye-opener,"Bobby said.

summer cracked up and laughed so hard she spilled hot tea on the board."You are so corny !"she said. Bobby chuckled and mopped up the mess with a napkin.

"So, I guess the doctors are hitting on you all the fourth dimension,"he said.

summer blushed and laughed again."Sometimes,"she said."But I made that mistake once and won't again. The ophthalmologist in charge is cool down ; His name is Richard, he's sure-enough and very knowledgeable and very dedicated. But most of the medico are oculist who come to the clinic to exercise for a year or two after they get out of school because it was part of the sight they made when they accepted their concession or scholarship or whatever. Most are bodge little terror who can't waiting to finish their consignment so they can go out and get to the big bucks and open a Pearle visual sense or something."

There was an entr'acte while they sipped their tea in quiet. Then Bobby mentioned something that had been in the back of his mind.

"Can I ask you something ?"he said.

"Sure,"she said, picking a miniscule objet d'art of lint off of her skirt.

"rich person you thought about Friday night ? The four of us hit it off so well and had so much fun. When you and Bree went to the restroom together I had no estimation how the relaxation of the night would go…"

"Neither did I."

"Did you ever think about if it had been you and me paired together instead of you and Carl ?"

"Yes."

"You did ?"

"Yes. Are you coming on to me ?"

"Uh, well yeah, I guess I am. But not without your permit, of course."

summer laughed."What about Bree ?"

"Hey, feel,"he said."Bree is a doll. And if I lived in New York, or she lived here…"

"okay, I get it."

"So what did you think ? If it had been you and me ?"

"You were the first-class honours degree alternative for both of us. And when I heard you guys in her bedroom I knew we were both right. What about you ?"

"You and Bree were a toss-up for me. I think you both are smoking hot."

Bobby moved a little finisher to her on the couch.

"May I kiss you ?"he asked.

"Yes,"she said without hesitation.

Bobby put his mouth to summertime's and her lips parted, allowing his tongue to get into her rima oris. Her lips were soft and absorbed his, and it felt like all four meshed into one. Their natural language did a sexy obeche and he put his coat of arms around her and held her end. He probed her mouth and it felt large to him and he thought to himself that she probably knew how to use it. Her natural language was fighting too, exploring and tasting him. When they finally parted they both smiled.

"That was Nice,"summertime said.

"Yes it was,"Bobby agreed.

He kissed her again, just as deeply and almost as long.

"I'm not going to bed with you,"she said when they parted.

Bobby sat back, somewhat storm."You mean not tonight ? Or not ever ?"

She smiled and shook her head."Let's start with tonight,"she said."It's been a long weekend and I have to go into work early tomorrow morning."

"I can charter a tip,"Bobby said, and fuddle down the residue of his tea.

"Give me a couple of days,"she said.

They shared another long, hot kiss at the front door as he was leaving. As Bobby got into his car he was feeling confident again. He thought : There is no way she could kiss me like that if she was kissing me off.

-- --

That evening Bree called Summer to let her make love that she'd had a smooth ride and had made it back safely.

"Your swain came on to me,"Summer told her.

"That was fast,"Bree said."And he's not my fellow. It's hard to ingest a beau who is 300 miles away. So did you go for it ?"

"Of track not !"Summer said."I sent him on his way with his tail between his legs."

"Why not ? You think he's hot, and he thinks you're hot."

"wellspring, I have to work early in the morning."

"Oh come on, Mom, that's the feeble cliché in the book."

"I wanted to spill the beans to you first. To progress to surely you were okay with it."

"Sure, I'm okay with it. Go for it, you won't be lamentable. He's fun in the sack."

"He's a good kisser."

"Oh, so you kissed him at least. That's in force. That's a start. What next ?"

"I'm pretty certainly he'll be giving me a call."

-- --

Bobby phoned her on Tues night. They chatted for a few transactions before he got around to the purpose of the call.

"I've been thinking about kissing you for two Clarence Shepard Day Jr.,"he said."I'd like to do some more of that."

"Okay."

"Would you like to have dinner party with me Saturday night ?"

"Yes, that would be nice."

"How about if I pick you up around six ?"

"Six is alright. But why don't we just eat in ? No driving, we can just unwind. I can fix us some deglutition and we can order takeout."

They agreed that it was a good plan. Bobby would be at her theatre at six and would pick up their dinner on the way. pizza and salad.

-- --

Bobby showed up on time. He knew rightfulness away that it was going to be a safe night. He was barely inside the door when, with a sixteen inch pizza box and two salads in his paw, Summer planted a quick, major osculation on his lips, and slid her teasing tongue in and out from between them quickly.

They went into the kitchen and Bobby put the food on the table. He noticed immediately that summertime had prepared some beverages. There was a feeding bottle of wine and a bottle of rum and some beer and cola on the retort. She poured wine, he grabbed a beer.

Summer was dressed casually, but hot as snake pit. She was barefoot and wore a slinky cold shoulder white top, no bra, and paper thin, plaid Capri pants showing a touch of cameltoe and her toned calf. Bobby was about to cream his jeans.

"Let's go into the bread and butter way,"Summer said.

They did, and Summer had set it up nicely. There was a fake log burning in the fireplace and respective odorous taper lighted in the way, the ambiance unmistakable. They sat on the lounge together and they both knew why they were there. They made idle cackle for a couple arcminute. Then Bobby looked around and took it all in : the inflammation, the flame, the wax light, the mood.

"This is so cool down,"he said."It's almost like camping out."

"I'm sorry, I don't have any quiescence bags,"she said.

"That's okay,"he said."I don't think we'll be doing much sleeping."

Summer's lips twisted into a playful smile."I believe you. I heard you and Bree in her room the other night."

Bobby smiled sheepishly and took a swig of beer."Sorry about that. But tonight we don't have to concern about anybody hearing us, do we ?"

"No, I guess not,"she said. She took a sip of wine and put the glass on the table.

Bobby slid over finish to her. With their bodies touching he put one arm around her back and the other on her hip and kissed her. Her brim parted and her organic structure immediately relaxed into his, and pulling him close she kissed him, first with soft tonguing but soon with a sucking, savage strength. They were making out in no time.

Bobby's hand climbed from her hip to her chest, and Summer's hand found his privileged thigh. He thumbed her firm nipple while he palmed her gentle tit through the fabric. She sighed from his hint, and her hand groped for his burgeoning turncock. He moved his sass to her neck and smelling her sweet, elusive scent he sucked a wad of her skin into his mouth. She wrapped her fingerbreadth around his cock through his dungaree and felt its hardness. He kissed her chest above her tits and pulled the Edward D. White cloth divagation and put his lip around her nipple.

"Oh, yes,"she cooed."That's good. I love that."

He sucked her nipple and she moaned. She rubbed his cock and he groaned. Bobby pushed his dick into her hand, his inguen telling her yes, rent it. With one hand she unzipped him and slipped her long fingers inside his pant and ran her fingertips along the length of it. Bobby's mitt was now in her genitals ; her legs closed tightly around it and he could feel the warmth of her cunt. Summer yanked on his rap and loosened it, then managed to unsnap his blue jean. Her hand plunk down and surrounded his balls.

summertime's top came off and Bobby's mouth moved to her other nipple. He sucked her and she liked it. He started moving south, his mouth grazing her smooth, flat belly, taut from her workouts, but she stopped him and pulled his head back up.

"Not yet,"she said."Keep doing what you're doing."Then she shoved her nipple back into his mouth.

summer loved having her knocker sucked. For her it was the preliminary to everything and made everything better. Even though Bobby's cock was now hard and long in her hand, and she would get to that, she wanted to milk his tit sucking for as long as possible. She knew it would turn her into intimate jelly. Bobby plastered his lips around her left pap and suckled like a starved child.

"Oh God, yes,"summertime blurted.

Bobby rubbed her zany and Summer tried to fuck his hand. With his lip doing a Herbert Hoover on her nipple and her powerful hand in his hair, she reached down with her left to where his hand was already backbreaking at work. Her pant had a strand tie and a three-inch zipper and were already moist. With a smooth one-two she untied and unzipped, giving Bobby's hand total access. Then she took his helping hand and fed four fingers into her and started vigorously fucking them. She kept her mitt over his to make sure he dug deep.

They were, half-on/half-off the sofa, his oral cavity plastered to her tit, her fingerbreadth digging into his scalp, his digit digging into her swampy bit, her hand on his, assisting him, her groin pressed onto him, attached like cirripede to a buoy bucking up and down on the waves in a tedious chopper.

"Put your whole helping hand in,"she gasped. She grabbed his pollex and pulled his fingerbreadth out and squeezed them together."shuffling a fist."He did."Yes, that's it. Fuck me like that."

Bobby hesitated but Summer pushed his clinched clenched fist into her. She was wet as a river so he met no resistor. Her cunt was big and obviously she liked it this way. She grabbed his arm and fed more than into her until he was wrist-deep.

Bobby had never fisted a womanhood before, the idea had never even crossed his brain. But Summer kept directing dealings, and with her hand on his forearm she kept driving it into her. He sucked her mamilla without restraint, alternating left and right, not playing favorites, wanting to please her like no man ever had. His cock was an iron rail, and soon her hand returned to transfix its girth, but he knew his gratification could wait.

Summer crammed tit into his mouth and humped his bridge player, and Bobby sucked with maximum pucker. Bobby's fist swung inside her like a clumsy, silly boxer throwing faineant biff in deep body of water, but she keened in jittery pleasure with each dip. The legs of the sofa squeaked with their movements.

"This is full,"she hissed into his ear.

Bobby bit playfully into her bosom, eliciting another well-chosen, wheezy squawk. His saliva slickened her tegument and ran down his Kuki. Sweat brewed on his brow as he chomped away.

"Oh God,"she barked, and gripped his arm tightly and started fucking his fist even harder.

She came like a butch broke. Her torso shook and Bobby felt the heated rush surround his paw. Her ass was on the sharpness of the couch and when her cum oozed out it dripped down her second joint and onto the carpeting.

Bobby switched from sucking raciness to sweet kiss as she released. Gradually her trembles eased into gruntle spasms until finally her busy privates rested. Then she pulled his arm and he watched her vagina widen as his manus reemerged.

His fist looked like a drowned fetus. He opened and closed his manus various prison term and flexed his digit. He rubbed the muck into summer's leg. He looked up at her face and she wore a all-encompassing smile.

"God, that was beneficial,"she said."I can't remember the last prison term I came like that ! God, I needed it."

She pulled his chief up to hers and they kissed. She stroked his cock as they took their time.

"This big blighter has been patient,"she said, squeezing his rooster."It's time to necessitate care of him."

She pushed him back on the lounge and spun herself around to face him. She took off his horseshoe and pulled his pants the rest of the way off, folded them and put them aside. She spread his legs apart and knelt on the floor between them.

"Ugh,"she groaned, as her articulatio genus settled into a puddle on the rug.

"What ?"Bobby asked.

"There's cum all over the rug,"she said, as she gently jerked him."I'll clean it up later. But we don't have to worry about yours ; it will be in my back talk. Then she sucked his treated hammer in between her lips.

She had one hand on his balls and the other on his ass. Then with a niggling maneuvering of lips and sassing she soon had all eight inches of his dying turncock embedded into her head. She was rusty, she knew, and he was form of enceinte, but she wanted to do her best to make it in force for him, the way he had for her. She hoped she wouldn't gag.

No worries. Bobby came in about XXX sec. He'd been holding it back the whole clip he was tit-sucking and fist-fucking. With a dampen roar his cum roiled and exploded up through him like a busted tube. Summer pinched his ass impudence as if to coerce out every drop. She kept her mouth mashed around his vibrating pecker until the simmering last of his throes. Cum escaped from the niche of her mouth when she smiled up at him.

-- --

They had their arms around each other on the sofa, and shared intermittent kiss, their soundbox naked and spent, temporarily at to the lowest degree. They didn't talk ; they basked in the wake of their sex, recovering. Bobby was happy that Summer wasn't a cleaning lady who talked too much, he wasn't in the mood for yakking. He was biding time, still frisky. He wanted to know her.

After a while he initiated another kiss and while their clapper flirted he eased her onto her back on the sofa. He spread her legs and got on his knees between them. He grabbed her hips and yanked her body to him, and she yelped as he scooted her ass up onto his chest. Her branch were now over his shoulders, her crotch in his face. He supported the nerve of her ass with his palm and pulled her muffin to his brim. He kissed her thigh and licked the lips of her snatch, which was capable to him. She seemed shy at first, but reached uphill for him, and her fingertips found the hair on his wobbling head.

His spit painted the diffused, wet airfoil of her lips for several transactions before he plunged his tongue into her pussy. summertime oohed and scrunched up but it still felt loose to Bobby. So he sucked onto her swell clit. That got her attention.

She locked her legs around his head and pushed her middle into his face. He felt the cushioned firmness of her witching bean in his mouth and took it deep, wanting to suck another orgasm out of her before he mounted her, entered her and gave her a estimable pounding and another shot of his liquid love. She squeaked when he slipped his middle finger into her whoreson. With the enhanced grip he was capable to move her ass around and even closer, and her twat was kick nip against his boldness. With each suck and each grind of her groin her ready member filled more of his backtalk and his finger filled more of her asshole.

"Oh, shit…"summertime said breathlessly, and punctuated each stab with ‘ ugh…ugh…ugh…'

For a unforesightful time longer they rocked together, Bobby swallowing spittle in between sucking on her dick, and summertime's secretion oozing, her pussy now an overflowing swamp getting ready for the newsflash rising tide. Then the dam broke.

As soon as he felt its affectionateness Bobby dislodged his mouth from her clit and lowered her ass onto the sofa so she could get downhill. Summer groaned loudly and her consistence shook as she discharged.

Bobby didn't wait for her to finish. His tool was like a bad cop's baton : long, hard and ready to kick ass. summer was still tremoring when he slipped his dick into her soaked slot and started pumping. His digit was still lodged in her ass.

"Yes, fuck me !"she blurted.

She put her arms around his neck and squeezed him tight and pulled him close and kissed him, jamming her tongue into his mouth where her swollen button had just been.

Attached by their locked lips, his Methedrine in her shaft and his fingerbreadth up her ass, they started rocking the house. Bobby pounded her like he was trying to knock her into the basement and as he did she grunted with each push and pinched her fingers into his cervix. He wondered if the sofa wouldn't have to have the bolts on its legs tightened after this. summertime's legs were soon clutched around his, constricting, and her puss was sucking his pulsating cock as it drilled her. minute of arc after sweaty arcminute she offered every square column inch of her puss to him as he fucked her.

They both grunted with each stab of their genital organ and fucked like they both needed it. Bobby became distracted for a moment and Summer must have noticed because she squinched him loaded and rammed her cunt into him even harder. His thinker had wandered when he briefly thought of Bree.

But he got right back at it pretty quick, and started banging like a cherry tree bomb on New Year's Eve. Summer could feel it too, and she figured since she'd already dumped her cum on the cushion and the carpet, what the hell, she was going for triples.

She felt him tense up so she knew he was ready to blow. She made one final power suction of his tongue into her throat and squeezed his buttocks as hard as she could. She grinded her cocksucker gruelling and deep onto his finger. Bobby answered by wiggling it and trying to pry a second finger in.

"You're gon na come, aren't you ?"she asked hoarsely.

"Yes,"he said.

"turn over it to me !"

Within seconds he did. With a raucous groan his cum rose. It did a slow suntan as it spurted up and out. He pushed his cock into her as deep as he could and did the same with his finger up her ass. She was stroking her clitoris and swinging her groin hoping to come with him.

She didn't fille by much. Bobby was on his fourth or fifth pip-squeak, easing down, his body like sticky gelatine atop her, when Summer came again. Her organic structure quivered beneath his weight.

"ternary fourth dimension,"she said, out of breath."I can't believe it."

-- --

Bobby got dressed while Summer reheated the pizza. It was ten-thirty by this sentence. They ate quickly and then summertime did her salutary to clean up the cum puddles on the carpeting and sofa. She didn't ask him to spend the night but she gave him a hell of a good-night kiss at the door. Bobby figured she liked fucking him but wasn't quite ready to wake up with him in the break of the day.

They got into the function of hooking up every former Thursday evening ; these were the days Bobby was in the area with his body of work. He'd go to summer's house after work around five-thirty, they'd have a boozing or two, some dinner and then start making out and go to the bedroom and fuck. And they'd nooky and suck as many different ways as they could until around ten o'clock. Then they'd kiss good night and Bobby would labor home, and they would both stir up up in their own bottom and be ready for study in the morning.

This went on for several month. Every two weeks they'd have dinner, boozing and each former. No dates, no dinner party out, no going to the motion-picture show. Just eat, drink and go to bed. Bobby could see that Summer was trying to keep it effortless and not get too attached. He was just a maintenance fuck for her, he knew that. But he was okay with it because he knew from the start that there was probably no realistic future for them anyway, and the sex was great. Plus he was keeping in touch with Bree, at least trying to.

Then one Th night, right after a uproarious sixty-nine where they both came simultaneously into one another's brass, summer surprised him with a question.

"Are you busy Saturday ?"she asked.

"Uh, well, no, I'm not busy. Why ?"he said.

"Would you like to go to a company with me ?"

"A party ? What company ?"

"It's work-related. I'll understand if you don't want to go."

"What do you imply ? Why wouldn't I want to go ?"

"Oh, I don't know, it's all the people I work with. There will be a lot of shop talking, about eyeball and old-timer and patient and all that. It may not be a lot of fun for you. But I don't want to go alone."

"Don't want any sleazy doctors hitting on you, huh ?"

"Something like that. I know person else I could ask if you're uncomfortable."

"No, I'll go, I'm always ready for new experiences,"he said.

"Good. It's an indoor cookout."

"A what ?"

Summer laughed."An indoor cookout. My genus Bos, Richard, has it every year right before he takes vacation. He grills away but the party's inside, piles of food and beer and wine. It starts around four o'clock and we'll be home by eight or nine. Dress is very casual."

"Can I have fun ?"he asked, pinching her ass.

"Sure. I just hope you're not bored stiff."

"I'll be with the prettiest adult female in the room, how could I be bored starchy ?"She grabbed onto her manus and placed it over his dick."This is what will be stiff."

summertime laughed and said,"But I have a favor to ask. When we're there, stay with me."

"Sure."

"But I don't want you to prove me too much affection in front of my co-workers."

"Okay."

"But I want them all to cognise you're fucking me."

-- --

They got to the political party at a few transactions after four on Sabbatum and it seemed like almost everyone was already there. It was a mix of ages and Bobby was surprised to see that many were around his own age. The young MD and their substantial others he supposed. They got a beer and wine-colored and Summer made introductions.

summer was right about the piece of work talk. After a while the doctors and techs, maybe seven or eight altogether had congregated on one side with Richard holding court, and the residuum of the node were scattered in small radical. Bobby diligently stood by, not saying much once the technological talking started, and fetched drinks, which were going down easy for both of them.

As Bobby listened he became more and more impressed with Summer as he heard her speak. Her knowledge was unbelievable. It was out of the question to evidence who was the tech and who was the Dr.. She held her own with the stuck-up Dr. and didn't hesitate to moderate her ground and disagree with them on a few affair. And whenever they turned to Richard to go down it, summer was always right, her obvious knowledge on full display.

Dinner was an compartmentalisation of burgers and domestic dog and crybaby and a mixed bag of salads. And more beer, wine and shop lecture of course. Bobby ended up having a pretty sound time : free people food, absolve beer and he was very majestic of Summer. And he told her so on the movement back to her house.

"darn, summertime, that was impressive. You really know your shit !"

"What ?"she asked.

"I was proud of you back there. You know a lot more than those grandiose doctors. Over and over you were right and they didn't know what the hell they were talking about. I could tell Richard was affect too."

"Really ?"

"Oh yeah, bigtime. You should be a doctor."

"Yeah, right."

"I'm grievous ! You should depend into it. You've had college and years of experience. There must be some set ahead placement test you can take…"

"God, that could take years."

"So what, the sentence will turn over anyway, right ? And you already know more than most of those bozos you're working with, you'll probably breeze right through ! And another thing…"

"What's that ?"

"listening to all that medicative technical ophthalmic medico public lecture has got me horny as hell !"He put his mitt between her legs.

She removed his helping hand from her crotch."Down Boy, wait public treasury we get home base. Keep your eyes on the road."

"I can't wait. I've never gone to bed with a physician before !"

-- --

That night they had the wildest sex ever. Bobby was on a roll. He was fast-growing and talked dirty and they fucked the SOB out of each other. He peppered his monologue with ‘ physician this'and ‘ Dr. that'in between his kisses and poke and suck and fucks. He told summertime he never knew a doctor could be such a skillful fuck and how he never knew doctor pussy could savour so soundly. He rimmed her butthole and told her how lots he liked her medico ass. And Doctor of the Church give good chief too, he said.

In between her sigh and moan of pleasure summertime told him numerous clip to knock off the doctor talk.

"Sure, Doc,"he said.

Bobby ended up spending the night and waking up with summer for the first and only if time. In the morning he woke up with a foresightful, intemperate erection.

"Good morning, Doctor,"he said. summertime's facial expression curled into mock infliction."I need a doctor's care."

"Oh you do, do ya ? How so ?"

"My penis, Doc, it needs attention."He uncovered it for her.

"Well, maybe we should hire you to the emergency room,"she said playfully.

"No, I think it needs contiguous attention !"

"But I'm an eye doctor,"she said."Not a urologist."

"Yes, but this is my one-eyed monster,"he said, stroking it.

Summer laughed out loud. Then she scooted down and gave him an eye doctor blowjob.

-- --

After a morning romp in the hay they showered and were having coffee in the kitchen when Summer's telephone rang. Bobby sipped his coffee bean and listened to one incline of the conversation.

"Hi Mom…..okay, how are you ? ... .oh, it was okay. Same as it is every year…..Oh, really ? ... .Well, what happened to that handyman who repaired the siding ? ... we'll find you somebody….I don't deprivation you up on any ladder ! ... .okay….Love ya…Bye."

"My mother,"Summer said when she ended the call.

"How's she doing ?"Bobby asked.

"Oh, she's fine. Worrying about getting her gutters cleaned on her household. I don't want her up on run. She was in a relationship with a nice man for year and he used to admit care of that kind of hooey, but he died about a year ago. And the guy she had hired for some work before wasn't too reliable."

"Is it a big house ?"

"No, not really. Three bed, two bath. But it's a split level so on half the planetary house the gutters are two account senior high instead of one."

"Does she feature an extension run ?"

"I think she does. Why ?"

"If she can get the ladder I'll pick her toilet for her."

"You will ?"

"Sure. Can she await until adjacent weekend ?"

"Yes. That's very dainty of you. She'll pay you of course."

"I don't want any money. I'll do it as a favor to my sexy eye doctor."

"You're too a lot,"Summer said. Then she called her mother back and set it up for the be Sat. Ella was appreciative but didn't ask how it was that summer had been in contact so quickly with the new man her granddaughter Bree had brought to brunch.

-- --

Bobby wasn't looking forward to getting up early on a Saturday to go clean nasty, smelly pelting gutters. He had surprised himself by volunteering. But he would do it, a courteous motion for a skillful woman, the mother of his older lover and newest favored ‘ MD ’.

He woke up early Sabbatum and dressed in his defective clothes : Ratty denim, sweatshirt, lily-white socks and an old twain of canary, fix for begrime work. He wanted to get an early start because the forecast called for rain by the good afternoon. On the way he stopped by a store and bought some heavy trash old bag and rubberise gloves.

He pulled into Ella's driveway at quarter-till-nine. He looked at the sign and it was bigger than he'd hoped for. Tall trees surrounded it and needed to be cut back so there was no doubt in his intellect the sewer would be nasty. He figured he had at least a half day of work.

Ella had been watching for him and came out to greet him. Bobby couldn't believe how good she looked. He watched her footstep toward his car, her late-fifties trunk looking slim and tailored and much younger in broken-in Levi's and a light white blouse. Her blonde-gray hair was in a braided ponytail that hung down her back.

They greeted and said their hellos. Ella thanked him and started in about what she would pay him but Bobby told her to draw a blank it. They agreed on a free lunch. Then Ella showed him the service department where a big extension ladder was leaning against the wall.

"I borrowed this from a neighbor,"Ella said."My daughter doesn't want me up on ladder anymore."

"Good idea,"Bobby said."I'll take care of it."She thanked him, and their oculus lingered a bit. She turned and went back into the house. He stared at her ass. He thought it was a fairly courteous butt. Then he went to work.

He lugged the run outside. He started with the higher toilet naturally. He set up the ravel, put on his baseball glove and grabbed a hand trowel and a chicken feed bag and climbed up. The gutter were filled with rancid stinky putrid leaves and escargot and muck and dirt. He grabbed the poop, raked the shite, and scooped the shit into bags. He went up and down the ladder numerous clip. He moved the ladder around, dragged the udder up and down and pulled the prolonged garden hose up top to kick urine through the gutters to clean them out. He went around the wholly house cleaning out the gutter and filling bagful with stinky gunk.

After a few hours a storm was brewing. The pelting started, and within a minute it was a downpour and Bobby was soaked. He was just about done when the first thunderbolt of lightning struck, and not too far away. He receded down the run as fast as he could. His slimy shoe slid off of the rain-slickened second-to-last step and he fell. Ass-backwards into a puddle of mud.

He'd been stunk up with pieces of stinky roof sewer funk all dawning long, all over his wearing apparel, his facial expression, in his hair. But now he was covered with mud too. He pulled down the run and moved it back where he'd found it. He put the chicken feed bags of muck by the position of the garage under the eave. By then he looked like a dirty drenched river rat. He went into the service department and knocked on the kitchen door.

"Come on in,"Ella called.

Bobby opened the threshold and said,"I'd better not. I fell in the mud."

"Oh my goodness !"she said,"You pathetic thing. waiting one moment, I'll be veracious back."She returned in thirty seconds and handed him a towel and a robe."Get undressed and put this on. Then I'll bewilder your clothes in the washer.

He happily did as he was told. He stripped down to nothing, toweled off and wrapped the gown around his body. He carried his saturated wearing apparel into the kitchen. Ella was in the side by side laundry room getting the washing automobile ready.

"Do you think I could get a cascade ?"he asked.

"Of grade, honey,"she said, and showed him to the can."And I'll fix us some lunch."

Bobby ran the water system hot and scrubbed himself top to fathom with ivory max. He shampooed his hair until it squeaked. He didn't have a comb so his whisker stayed a wet, tangled mess. He put the robe on and tied it around him. It was a few sizes too small for him. He went back to the kitchen self-conscious about how only a dilute level of terry fabric was all that covered his naked body and freshly-washed penis.

Ella was putting the final touching on lunch : tuna salad on goner, soup, chips and lemonade.

"feeling better ?"she asked as she put the collection plate on the table.

"Much safe, thanks,"he said, and they sat down to eat.

Bobby was ravenous so he ate and drank with relish. Ella soon refilled his trash with lemonade and his bowling ball with soup. They talked as they ate and the tempest raged outside. Ella asked about Bree, was Bobby in sense of touch ? He said they were for a while but not lately ; he liked her a lot but long distance relationships really don't work. He recapped how they had met that Friday Nox at the Vous and had all hit it off right away.

They cleared the mesa and put the knockout in the dish washer. They stood at the swallow hole and stared out the windowpane and watched streams of rain flow across the glass pane. The storm had increased in intensity with hard rain, clay wind and thunder.

"Wow, aspect at that,"Ella said."It's really coming down. It doesn't look like it's going to be letting up anytime soon, either."

"rightfield,"Bobby said."dependable day to be inside."

Ella turned to him and asked,"Want a Bloody Madonna ?"

"A Bloody Blessed Virgin ?"

"Yes. You like Bloody Marys, don't you ?"

"You remembered,"he said."From brunch."

"Yes. Would you like one ?"

"Sure, if you're having one. You have the mix and everything ?"

"conclusion enough,"she said.

Ella opened the refrigerator and took out an unopened 46-ounce bottleful of Spicy V-8 juice and a jar of horseradish root. She poured out some of the juice into a glassful and scooped horseradish into the feeding bottle. She reached down under the sink and pulled out a fifth of vodka and poured it into the juice bottle until it was filled. Then she added Strategic Arms Limitation Talks and pepper and hot sauce. She tightened the cap and shook the feeding bottle up and down and around as surd as she could.

She showed Bobby where the glassware was and Bobby filled two tumbler pigeon with ice. Ella poured the crimson concoction into the glasses.

"There,"she said,"That should do it. And plenty Thomas More where that came from. Let's go into the living elbow room, shall we ?"

Ella touched Bobby's bridge player as she said that and he was surprised by the galvanic charge it gave him. Maybe it was the element of surprise, maybe it was the occasional lightning outside, but he felt it and goosebumps grew on the bod of his arm. He again became more self-conscious of his nakedness underneath the gown. So did his dick.

They took their hind end on the sofa. As he sat Bobby had to reach down to his crotch to slightly reposition his newly-awakened penis. He hoped that Ella hadn't noticed, but he also knew she was a person who didn't miss much. They sipped their drink and began talking.

start, they talked about Ella's home. Bobby told her how prissy it was, and commented about how big her tree were in the yard and how they were almost touching the cap and should be trimmed back before too long. He also mentioned that the Mrs. Henry Wood seclusion fence enclosing the hinder 1000 had a number of stock split or missing slats, but that would be an easy fix and he'd be happy to take care of it for her.

Ella opened up about her protagonist, the man Summer had mentioned to him. His epithet was Al and they were snug companions for days. He used to take away forethought of all the exterior job but he died the year before of a heart attack. She felt lost sometimes ; stuck in neutral when it came to the grounds.

After about half an minute of chit-chat Ella touched his bridge player again, sending another sparkler up his forearm and down to his groin.

"shuffling us a couple more drinks,"she said,"while I go and throw your clothes in the dryer."

Bobby was finishing up the drinks when she returned. Just as he was handing one to her a deafening bolt of lightning struck a transformer somewhere nearby and they felt an galvanic sizzle in the air as the power in the house flickered and faltered and then went off altogether.

"Power's out,"Ella said."This is an old neighborhood so it will probably be out for a while."She started rummaging through the pantry for matches.

"At least we have slew of these,"Bobby said, holding up his drink.

"Thank God for the little things."She handed the equal to him and added,"Here, light the candles in the keep room. I'll be right back. I'm going to pull your clothes out of the dryer and put them on hangers to dry. I don't know how farsighted the power will be out."

Bobby took a tidy draught of his drink and then topped off his looking glass. He lighted the candle in the living room. The afternoon was saturnine and stormy outside and the flickering flaming gave the elbow room a cozy, more intimate feel.

Ella returned in a twain minutes and sat down on the couch next to him. She took a sip of her drink and smacked her lips.

"Well, Honey, it looks like you're going to be here for a spell. This storm isn't letting up anytime soon and your clothes won't be dry for a piece either. At least they're clean."

"Yes, thank you. They were a mess."

"But I have to say, you look precious in my robe,"Ella said with a twinkle in her eye.

Bobby blushed and took a sip."I have to secern you,"he said."That's the most creative way a char has ever gotten me out of my clothes."

"I could say that it was pretty creative the way you happened to fall in the mud."

"No, just clumsy, and I was already soaked,"he said."Besides, I'm not that clever."

They looked at each other in the lenient, wavering light and both had subtle, amused smiles on their faces. Bobby realized that in the last thirty or forty moment their fundamental interaction had suddenly made a heavyweight saltation and crossed some sort of telephone circuit. He didn't know what line it was but he could feel it, a new stratum of intimacy had been reached. He looked her over again and liked what he saw. Her white top did not come out to be as loose as it was before. Her blue jean held snuggery to her slim branch and showed wear on her articulatio genus, ass and privates. She had gotten rid of her brake shoe. He was seated inches away from her and was wearing her robe and aught else. He felt a stir down below. He thought of Bree and her scissor-fucking and her limber peg practically wrapped around her own head, and drilling her juicy, assailable twat. Then of summer, fisting her, and their bi-weekly criminal maintenance fucks. But here he was now, practically nude and seated next to Ella, and he couldn't believe the thoughts he was having. He was imagining all the affair he wanted to do with her.

"Oh, I think you're pretty clever. And such a handy man, too. Thank you again for cleaning those sewer. It is such a dirty job and it's such a nasty day."

"You're welcome. And it's not so bad inside, with a nice luncheon, good potable and trade good company. And I'll come succeeding Saturday and mend your fence. That will be an leisurely job. There're only a handful of slats that need to be replaced ; the others just need some clean nails."

"That's very courteous but I insist on paying you."

"The materials will be flash and it's an easy job. But I don't want any money. I'll take it out in trade."

"Oh, you will ?"Ella laughed."How will you do that ?"

"Uh, another free lunch. more than Bloody Marys. More springy conversation."

"That doesn't seem like practically compensation for all the body of work you're doing."

"Well, that's my price. Unless we can opine of something else,"he said. Ella's oculus were wide and unintimidated and locked into his.

Bobby gulped down the residue of his drink and was quick for another. They were going down smoothly. He rose from the sofa and asked Ella if she wanted him to top off her drink.

"Are you trying to get me drink in ?"she asked.

"Not really, I thought maybe you were trying to get me sot. But it's a good day for it, don't ya think ?"

"Sure,"she said, and handed him her glass.

Bobby went into the kitchen and put the glasses on the countertop. Rain pounded on the window above the cesspool. He dug ice third power out from the deep-freeze and tonged them into the eyeglasses. He shook the V-8 bottle vigorously and was pouring the red mix into the ice when Ella came to the counterpunch and stood next to him. She reached down and picked up her glass, took a healthy draft and put it back down. She turned to him.

"You were right. It's a just day to be inside,"she said right after another boom boomer shook the house. She put her hired man on his forearm and pulled gently. He pivoted to face her and they looked at each other in the dim light.

"Do you know what I'm thinking ?"she asked quietly.

"No, tell me,"he replied.

"I'd rather show you. I only hope it's not the wrong thing and I end up regretting it."

She pulled his arm finisher to her as she moved closer to him. She leaned her face to his and kissed him on the lip. Any angst she'd had about it was erased immediately. Bobby's sassing parted and his tongue instantly searched for hers. Her early paw was soon on his hip and his arms were halfway around her back. Their tongues did soft whirls and spin, each exploring a brand new mouth, and their maiden buss lingered on. Her fingers dug into his skin through the sparse textile of her robe and his bridge player explored her lower book binding. His phallus grew between his legs.

"I hope I wasn't too forward,"she said when the kiss ended. They still held each other.

"If you hadn't kissed me, I would hold kissed you,"Bobby said."I just hadn't yet figured out how."

Ella shook her nous and smiled."How old are you ?"she asked.

"Almost twenty-six."

"Almost XXVI, huh ? Well, I'm almost fifty-eight. If I was twenty or thirty years younger…"

"You kiss like you're twenty-eight."

"Oh, really ? And what does that entail ?"

"It means we should snog whomever we want ; fifty-eight, 28, twenty-six, whatever."He pulled her a little closer and put his hand on her brass."Besides, you look a lot younger than that. It's obvious where Bree's and Summer's foxy lady factor came from."

He pulled her head to his and kissed her. Their lips spread apart in unison and their mouth were receptive for job. He pulled her tightly against him with one hand in the small of her back and the other on her ass. Bobby's cock was knockout and Ella felt it pressing against her. It had been quite a patch for her and her psyche was a whirlwind of confusion wondering what the perdition she was doing and imagining what it would palpate like inside her. She found herself pushing her torso against it, absorbing its readiness. Her pussy was suddenly anxious and wet. ‘ God what are we doing ?'she thought.

Without missing a beatnik and with their lips still locked and their knife doing a aphrodisiac dance, Ella's fingers found the strand on her gown and she pulled on it. The robe loosened, then opened, and she found his overeat cock with her helping hand. She gripped her finger around its girth and stroked him and they kissed even harder.

"Let's go into the chamber,"Ella said, half out-of-breath. Bobby nodded. She held his putz like an eight-inch handle and led him to her sleeping room. They embraced in the dim light, their buss punctuated by flashes of lightning and claps of thunder outside the bedroom windows. Ella pushed the robe over his berm and let it fall to the hardwood storey. Bobby unbuttoned her blouse and she took it off and tossed it on a chair.

He unhooked her lacy bra and admired her upper soundbox : it was thin and her tegument was tight but for a mate okay wrinkle on her flat tum. Her shoulder and limb were toned, not too skinny, and her breasts were small-to-medium size with minimal sag. There was a blue tattoo of a ataraxis sign just above her right chest. summer had been right : her mom was a hippie hangover. A very sexy hippie holdover.

With his branch around her he pushed her onto the bed. They kissed passionately for several bit as their hands roamed over unfermented shape. But soon Bobby's lips had moved to early places. He kissed her neck and licked her spike and sucked the serenity sign into his oral cavity. When he nibbled on her right pap Ella let out a squeaky moan of pleasure.

As he tit-sucked her, playing no favourite between the two, he started working on her jeans. She helped him as best she could and soon she had squirmed out of them almost of the way. With her blue jean and pantie now at her ankles, Bobby moved down to the foot of the bed and pulled them off the sleep of the way. He spread her pegleg and knelt between them. He took his low gear smell at her snatch. It was hairy, but neatly trimmed, and wet.

"I can't believe we're doing this,"she said.

"I want to please you,"he said.

"You already have."

Bobby kissed both of her thighs, back and Forth River, inching toward her glinty gash. She was hissing and squirming with anticipation, and when he finally buried his brass into her she squealed with delight.

"Oh my God,"she stammered.

He licked her lips and lipped her clit and she squirmed as if her nerve ending were on overload. He gripped the cheeks of her ass tightly to steady her crotch as he drilled his mouthpiece into it. It helped a little but still her twat was a moving target.

"Are you okay ?"he asked.

"Yes. I'm sorry. It's been a while."

"You want me to stop ?"

"God, no !"

Bobby went back to oeuvre. He held her ass firm and plastered his rima oris to her prance member. He sucked away and squeezed her buttocks. Slowly he felt her relax and her drive fell in cycle with his. For several minutes they worked together like this, her crotch pushed against his case, him sucking her clit, his clapper tasting her tang and his anterior naris breathing in her musky scent.

His dick was now a brick. His rim were turning to jelly and his jaws ached. He was ready to fuck. He gave her one last John Major clit bite, eliciting a screeching from Ella, before he moved up so her saturated pussy mouth were kissing the head of his cock. Atop her, he stared into her liquid eyes.

"I still can't believe we're doing this,"she said softly.

"Believe it."

"You're very well-favored. But I'm thirty years older…"

"I still think you're hot."

"Fuck my brains out,"she whispered.

Bobby slipped his prick into her drenched sink and felt her quick wet walls around it, welcoming him in. He started slowly, in and out, familiarizing himself with her cunt and her muscles. He'd get-up-and-go his entire distance into her and then out, in and out, over and over, as they got their timing down. Gradually he picked up the pace and Ella went with him, they'd go a little faster and hold it for a spell, getting in sync and in tune like a classical yoke. Adagio, then andante, then allegretto, then allegro, and finally Presto !, and they were fucking and bucking like pistons on a fugitive train.

Their faces were column inch apart as they fucked, their wide, enraptured eyes locked-in. They both grunted with every driving force until Bobby kissed her and started stabbing her mouth with his tongue. His hands were on her butt brass and his fingers inched toward her mother fucker. He wanted to have a go at it all three of her holes at once.

"Hippie-fucking is good ’, Bobby thought to himself, as they pounded away. rid love and peace and all that diddly-shit. He closed his center and slammed her as heavy and fast as he could. Ella screamed and climaxed in a series of ferocious shimmy shimmy shake beneath him as he banged her. He felt her hot succus surround his cock and ooze out onto his balls. His orgasm was not far behind.

His cum rose up like a prison debauchery, his spermatozoan fight to get out. It was an rhapsodic impulse stream and he felt a sting in his cock as he came ; his little prisoner were burning down the house. He roared as he released. With take over sultry shiver he uploaded his come into her until finally he collapsed onto the bed beside her.

"Whew,"he said in a rasping, wiping the sweat from his brow.

"Whew is right,"Ella said. She turned on her side and nestled up.

They held each other in quiet for many minute. They listened to their breath and felt the blue broken wind of their chests. The storm outside had let up some and was now just a steadfast pelting tickling the windowpane.

They finally spoke when the ceiling fan started turning above them and a sparkle clicked on in the hall.

"Ah, we have power,"Ella said."Good timing. I'm going to run and put your clothes in the dryer. Don't go away."She kissed him and got up out of bed. Bobby watched her naked hippy ass as she walked out the sleeping room door.

Bobby was sitting up in bed when she returned a few minutes later with her hired man full. She carried two drinking glass and a humble jar.

"Energy drinking,"Ella said, handing him a fresh Bloody Mary. She put the jar on the nightstand.

They sat in bed and sipped their deglutition. well, Ella sipped but Bobby gulped. The V-8 gave him a vitamin jolt. He was pretty sure his limp pecker moved. When his drink was two-thirds gone he put the spyglass on the board on his face of the bed. Ella took another beverage from hers and did the same.

"What's in the jar ?"Bobby asked.

"Coconut oil,"she said coyly.

"Oh."

"You know what that's for ?"

"I'm pretty sure it's not for Pina Coladas."

Ella leaned closer and said,"See, I knew you were pretty clever,"and kissed him.

The osculation quickly escalated and in no time their glossa were dancing and their hired man were prancing. And Bobby's dick moved all right field, growing like Pinocchio's nose on a bad day, and Ella couldn't maintain her mitt off of it. She couldn't observe her back talk off of it either.

She went down on him and stroked his balls with one hand and took his tool into her mouth. Ella was a brassy bastard but it was turn-on for Bobby as inch-by-inch she took all of it in. Soon he felt her lips kissing her fingertips on his nut as he gently fucked her face.

For respective minute of arc she sucked him and she felt his scrotum tighten up. She came up for air and lay back down beside him and they kissed. Instinctively Bobby rolled on top and entered her and again felt the wet warm walls of her twat. She started fucking even before he did.

In a agile minute they were in a shtup airstream chasing after their next orgasms. They pumped in hard, long strokes, the headland of Bobby's dick aiming for the end of Ella's tunnel. They fucked in decide silence, no moan or moan or dirty lecture, just the narrow escape of the bed and the twitching of the ceiling fan overhead.

"I'm close,"Ella said, stopping.

Bobby kept at it but she stopped him and he pulled out. She reached for the coco palm oil. She opened it in a rush and the lid scooted onto the base. She scooped some oil into her script and reached behind her and slipped her oily finger into her butthole. Then she sloshed more oil over Bobby's extended pole.

"There,"she said."Put it in my ass."

"Are you sure ?"

"Positive."She lifted up and shoved a pillow under her butt. She spread her face with her fingers and her asshole was unfastened for him."Fuck me in the ass."

Bobby put the nous of his pecker right up to her subject pickle and pushed. Ella took a deep breathing spell and let out a hoarse sigh when he entered her. He pushed his stopcock into her.

"Ooh, that feels big,"she said.

"You okay ?"he asked.

"Yes, you ?"

"That's nice and tight,"he said.

"Good. Now fuck me."She put her fingers on her soggy clit and felt herself.

Bobby pushed again, easing it in. It was a nasty but fluent glide and he was surprised at how easily it slid in, how idealistic the pressure felt around his putz, and how quickly he was vigorously driving his dick into the profoundness of her ass.

Ella was into it. She was slapping her clit like a sea bass strand and pushing her ass into him, matching him thump for thump. Bobby was digging it too, in to a greater extent ways than one. He drilled her with a passionateness, willing his come up for another ride out into the wilderness blue angel yonder. He knew he wouldn't last long at the rate he was going so after a couple hour he slowed his pace.

"Don't stop !"Ella wheezed."Keep it up."

So he did and within five or six more solidus his river was rising. With a tacky groan and a volcanic quaver his cum surged through his lance and spurted multiple times into the cryptic reaches of Ella's rectum. Even after he'd shot his lowest drop he kept his peter embedded in her ass as she frantically worked her tool in an effort to coax her unleashing.

After a bit Bobby pulled his rooster out of her cocksucker with a wet, sucking thwap and scooted down the bed. He put his expression in her privates and his mouth on her inflated puppet. Ella ceded it immediately and put her deal on the back of his heading. She shoved her clit deep into his oral cavity with all her might like she was grinding teeth. Bobby sucked on her clit the same way she had sucked his hammer : forcefully. He felt the pressure of her athletic inguen on his side and inhaled the funky taste perception and scent of her sex. He could feel his own cum on his chin as it seeped out of her asshole.

It didn't take much longer. Ella started shaking like a train that had jumped the track. She groaned and shook and screamed ‘ Oh Fuck !'as she climaxed. Bobby's mouth stayed latched onto her draw pudendum until she rested.

"God, I needed that !"Ella said. Then they lay together for some time.

-- --

The day was getting late by the metre they dragged their asses out of bed. Bobby took a exhibitor and his clothes were clean, dry and neatly folded on the john seat when he got out. He found Ella in the kitchen.

"Thank you, Bobby. And not just for doing the piece of work outside, either. I didn't expect that the day would go the way it did. But I can't say I'm disappointed."

"I'm not either,"he said."It was an unexpected delight. And you are a intimate dynamo."

"Oh, please,"she said.

"I was severe about fixing your fencing next week. Even before…"

"Bobby, you don't have to do that."

"I know, but I'd like to. If you don't mind."

"Well, that's very nice. But no more falling in the mud. That trick only works once around here."

"O.K., I promise. I'll have to think of something else,"he said with a grinning. He kissed her and took one final mouthful of her and their tongues said a slack goodbye.

-- --

The side by side few days were just like any former week and Bobby was looking forward to going back to Ella's. The fence job would be promiscuous, maybe an hour and a half of work, and he'd get a luncheon and maybe get lay again.

He picked up the fencing stuff and nails on Friday. Saturday was a clear, sunny day so there would be no chance of falling in the mud and getting trapped inside by a storm. He showed up at about nine a.m. and went to work. He'd only been there for a few arcminute before Ella noticed. A window opened and she called to him. She asked him to occur inside for a minute.

He went in the back room access and Ella was standing in the entryway to the living room. She was barefoot and was wearing the same robe he had worn the Saturday before. Her hair was up on top of her head.

"There's been a little variety of plan,"Ella said."I won't be able-bodied to receive you for lunch."

"Oh, that's okey,"Bobby said, trying not to sound disappointed.

"I'm sorry, but summer's coming over a piffling later. She's taking me to lunch."

"No job, I understand."

"It's my birthday. She always takes me to lunch for my natal day. It just didn't dawn on me last week."

"Happy Birthday,"Bobby said."I wish I'd known. I would have brought you a gift."

"You did,"she said.

She took a step closer. She reached between his ramification and took his hammer in her hand. She kissed him, and her glossa did a momentary slither in his mouth.

"And since I can't have you for lunch,"she added, unbuckling his belt."I want to have you for breakfast. And we don't have a lot of time."

She pulled him a twosome steps to the sofa. She sat and pulled down his pant. His hammer was already at full attention. She kissed it and licked his balls. She took it into her mouth.

The whole shebang was over in less than thirty moment. She sucked him to closing and a week's Worth of his stored-up cum erupted into her lip. Then her gown opened and Bobby twirled her onto the frame and buried his face into her goof for a few minutes until she came. Then he mounted her and started fucking her. He'd been going at it for a dyad second before he noticed the jar of coconut oil on the burnt umber tabular array. He reached over and grabbed it and held it up.

"Yes,"Ella said."I'm ready already."She was already fingering herself.

He turned her over. Her butt was cunning, the residue of lubing herself. He oiled his cock and fucked her ass until he came. He withdrew his cock from her ass and inserted in into her maudlin pussy and rammed her doggy-style for a couple Sir Thomas More transactions until she let out a whoop and had another orgasm.

"Happy Birthday,"Bobby said as he pulled out.

Ella turned to him and said,"Thank you. A great way to take up the day. But you'll have to excuse me. I need to shower and get ready."She kissed him, picked up her robe and left the room. As she walked away Bobby could she speckles of his 26-year-old cum on her 58-year-old hippie butt.

-- --

Bobby had just finished up and was putting his tools in the trunk of his car when Summer drove up. She parked her car and came up to him. He felt a minuscule awkward and didn't know whether to snog her or not in movement of her mother's house, so he didn't even try. She didn't try either.

"Hi, Bobby,"she said.

"Hi, Doc,"he said.

"Now stop that,"she said."Or maybe I should call you Doc."

"Huh ? What do you mean ?"

"Because I hear you are quite a handyman. The toilet, the fence, and Mom said you got her backdoor working again. I didn't even know it was stuck."

Bobby didn't know if that was a joke or what Ella may have told her but he was officially speechless.

"Anyway, thanks again for helping Mom out,"she continued."We really appreciate it. Now we're going to lunch to celebrate her birthday."

"wealthy person fun. And don't pledge too many Mimosas !"Bobby said.

"You mean bloody Madonna,"Summer said with a wink. She turned and walked into the house.

-- --

Things started to get uncanny after that. The succeeding Th would have been Bobby's night to see summertime but he couldn't get hold of her. When he finally did reach her a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. later she was noncommittal and kind of blew him off. That was a first.

He called Ella and told her the handyman was calling to see if she had any task she needed him to take attention of, in the thousand, on the ceiling, or in the bedroom. She laughed but said although it was tempting she didn't think it was a dear idea. Too close for comfort with summertime and everything. Evidently Ella didn't know—or didn't want to know -- Bobby had been Summer's steady bedmate and Summer didn't want him screwing her female parent.

Bobby thought about the terminal few calendar month with amazement. He had had a waste weekend with a young hot dancer named Bree. Then he'd had a number of incredible night with her hot Mom, Dr. summertime. And finally a twosome wild romps of hippie sex with Ella. Sexually it had been the most fruitful period of his living. And now suddenly, as if flipping a electric switch, the rainy season was over and he was back in the desert.

He sent an email to Bree in an effort to pick up up, but they hadn't been in signature for a while and doubted he would hear back. Out of lot, out of head, you know how that goes.

-- --

Bobby went to work every day with his olfactory organ to the grindstone, trying to blank out about his sexcapades. Although he would play back the experiences in his mind, it wasn't that hard to put near of it behind him and just chalk it up to ships passing in the night. He knew there was no tangible future with Summer ; there was the big age difference, and she just needed to get laid and he was convenient. And what happened with Ella was an accident of circumstances ; it would never have happened if he hadn't fallen in the mud and been stranded in her nursing home by the tempest and ended up defenseless wearing her robe. And she needed to get place and he was there. But it was different with Bree. He thought of her often.

It was about four months later when out of the blue on a Thursday evening Bobby received a phone call from summer. When he saw her public figure displayed on his phone he froze for a s. He debated whether to let it go to voicemail but he couldn't.

"Hello, Summer ?"he said tentatively.

"Yes, Bobby. How are you ?"

"I'm OK, how are you doing ?"

"I'm amercement,"she said, and launched right into the purpose of her call option."Look Bobby, I know it has been a while and I hope you don't judgment my calling but I thought you should know. It concerns Bree."

"Bree ? Is something awry ? Is she all right ?"

"Oh, she's amercement,"summer said with a chuckle."She's doing well. She is here in Ithiel Town. She's an artist-in-residence for her old dance instructor. They're putting on a song and dance revue for high gear school day and college students."

"She doesn't live in New York anymore ?"he asked.

"No, she still does. She's been commuting back and forth and staying with me for a few weeks while she worked on the yield. She'll be going back soon. She has asked about you, and I think she wanted to call you, but she has been so busy, she's been putting in 16 hr twenty-four hours. And I think she may have felt funny calling since she had not done a unspoilt job of keeping in touch. Anyway, I wanted to send for you in case you would want to know."

"Yes, thank you. I'm gladiolus you did."

"The net public presentation are this weekend : Tomorrow Night, Sabbatum Nox and a Sun matinee."She went on to severalise him the theater and testify times.

"I'd love to see her,"Bobby said."Do you reckon she'd mind if I came Saturday night ?"

"Oh, I think she'd be fine with that. I'll let her know and will ask her to go forth you a tag at the box office."

-- --

Bobby was walking on air for two Clarence Day. On Saturday evening he got to the dramatic art plenty early. He'd made trusted he dressed and looked and smelled good. He picked up his tag and there was a brief note paper-clipped to it. It read : ‘ Hi Bobby, So glad you could number ! sports meeting me at the metrical foot of the stage right after the show. Bree ’.

It was a peachy hindquarters. pith section, third row, aisle keister. He looked around the lowly theater. It seated three or four hundred and had in high spirits ceilings, chandelier and a minuscule balcony. There was a band tuning up on one side of the floor. He read through the playbill and saw Bree's name in a few different lieu : artist-in-residence, choreography, and in several different figure. The show was an olio of song and dance routine from Broadway musicals.

The appearance was very professionally done even though well-nigh of the performers were amateurs. Bobby was particular proposition strike with the skirt named Bree. Not only with her dancing, but her singing ! The girl had a beautiful set of pipes to go along with the rest of her which was pretty damn good too. She sang ‘ floor show'and he felt like she was singing directly to him. It brought the sign of the zodiac down and he had half a hard-on by the time it was over.

After the show the sparkle went up and the audience streamed toward the rear exits but Bobby had a inadequate walk to the stage. Bree was there in second, in costume and caked with make-up.

"Hi, Bobby !"she squealed, and leapt into his arms. She gave him a big hug and Bobby put his weapons system around her and hugged her too. It felt so good."Thank you for coming. It's so courteous to see you."

"God, Bree, you were great ! What a wonderful show, and I didn't know you could sing like that !"

"Oh, thank you, so glad you liked it. We worked heavy on it."

"It shows !"

"want to go get a deglutition or something ?"she asked.

"Absolutely !"

"Great. Meet me around back at the stage entrance. Give me about 15 bit, okay ? I need to change and get cleaned up. See ya."She kissed him on the cheek and disappeared backstage.

-- --

Bobby had pulled his car around back and was leaning against the driver's door when Bree emerged from the spine of the theater. She was a beautiful sight for his sore heart. She wore the Saami miserly jean and red sweater she'd worn on the Night they'd met. The pancake had been washed from her face and she looked delectable. She strutted toward him with a gym bag in her paw. Bobby opened the passenger door for her and she got in.

They went to a small vicinity bar a few blocks from the field of operations and sat in a booth facing one another. They ordered a pitcher of beer. Bobby suggested food but Bree said she was too wreathe up to eat.

"God, it's good to see you,"Bobby said.

"It's good to see you too,"Bree said."Thank you for coming tonight. It means so much."

They talked and tried to arrest up. Bree told Bobby how good-for-nothing she was that they had lost touch. He said he was too. They talked about the show. She told him how she'd become involved with the output.

"My old dance teacher is on the module at the university, in the Theater Arts and Dance section. She was always an breathing in and a wise man and she always encouraged me. We've kept in touch over the years. Anyway a few month ago she asked if I could help her put the display together, perform and coach and wise man the cast. She had some spear carrier money in the budget. I said yes and here I am."

"The show was groovy. And you look great. And God, I knew you could trip the light fantastic but had no idea you could let the cat out of the bag like that. You are amazing !"

"Thank you,"she said."We were pretty happy with the result."She reached over and refer Bobby's hand."It's so well to see you. I'm sword lily Mom called you. I wanted to but I kept putting it off. I was afraid."

"Afraid of what ?"

"That you wouldn't want to see me."

"Not a chance,"Bobby said."Once she called I couldn't hold for tonight."He took her script and raised it to his sassing and kissed it. He detected wetness in her eyes.

"I'll be redress back,"Bree said, and she rose to go to the restroom. Bobby ordered another pitcher of beer.

Bree returned, sat down and took a swig of beer.

"I heard you had a crack with my female parent,"she said, and took another swig.

"Yes, I took your advice. It seemed to happen kind of naturally. I'm sorry, but ..."

"Don't apologize, it's okay. I put you up to it and I knew you'd go for it. I knew she needed to get laid, and I figured you may as well be the lucky guy. But I never figured you'd go to bed with my grandmother !"

This surprised him."Oh, now that, uh, that was an chance event. I had cleaned her gutters and my clothes were filthy and a really bad storm came and then…"

"It's okay, Bobby, it's okay. She must get needed it too."After a short pause she added,"Maybe you've found your true calling."

"Oh yeah, what's that ?"

"Gigolo."

Bobby was drinking and he laughed so heavy beer came out of his nose. Bree laughed too and raised her mug and they toasted.

"Think about it,"she said."You're only man on solid ground who's done all three of us."

Bobby smiled sheepishly and stared at his beer.

"And you know, Bobby, you may not realize it, but you've had a very profound essence on my mom and grandmother."

"Who, me ? How so ?"

"Not long before the nighttime we all met my mom had just kind of dumped a nerdy guy she'd been seeing. We liked meeting you guy cable and she was attracted to you and she has her pauperism so it made mother wit for you two to purloin up even it was only temporary. But you really made her sense skillful about herself. She told me about you going to the party with her and how you praised her for her knowledge and called her ‘ doc'and encouraged her to plump for to schooltime. And now that's what she's doing."

"Really ? That's great."

"Yes, and she credits you for helping her to get there. Not long after that party she met a man and they've become pretty serious about each other. He's an eye doctor who came to operate in her clinic for three week while her political boss was on vacation. His name is Gerry. He was just as impressed with her expertise as you were. And now she's taking classes, and making design to join his exercise as an optometrist.

"And my grannie was in sort of a rut when you went over to her house and fell in the mud. She had lost a dear friend, a man she'd been very close to, the twelvemonth before. And she was stuck in a John Major Funk and couldn't get out. There was this man named Moe, another old hippie who owns five or six health food entrepot, and he had been asking her out for calendar month but she'd been turning him down. But whatever clicked between you and her that day did the caper. You made her feel sexy and worthy again and she got up the courage to call Moe and see if his invitation was still practiced. It was and now they're talking about moving in together."

"Wow, that's great. I'm very happy for her. And Summer too."

Summer took another swallow of beer and took a abstruse breath.

"Which brings me to this : Now I've come to a crossroad in my spirit and I'm not sure what to do."

Bobby squeezed her hand."What is it ?"

"Thank you for listening. It feels good to talk about it. A few weeks ago I found out my roommate is giving up the apartment when the letting is up. I have to adjudicate whether to try to hold back it, find a new roomy in a city full of daredevil, or try to find another topographic point, which is no easy task. All while working and trying to pluck for gigs.

"Or, I have another opportunity which has come up. My old teacher has offered me a staff position here at the university working in her section. I would attend on all the yield, narration, auditions, as well as any other chores they have for me. But I would work on choreography and be involved in the creative process, which I love, and mentor the educatee if they needed person supporter. The job wouldn't pay a whole lot, but would be liveable, and one of the perquisite is I could take three course of instruction cite for free every semester and in the summer session to work toward a degree. But I'd have to happen a place to hold up, get a car, and uproot my liveliness from what it's been the close few years.

"So, do I save slogging away in New York, scuffling for oeuvre, and break up on a dream ? Or do I move back, need a job I know I'd enjoy and be upright at, but play it safe ?"

"You could take care at it as a great opportunity, a new chapter in your spirit. The free classes are a expectant bonus. And if you would need to make spare money, I know I could book us a few gigs a workweek as a duo ; with your facial expression and your voice we'd be golden. But the primary point is this : You've gained incredible experience the last few twelvemonth. And that experience could actually birth a priceless effect on the educatee you come in inter-group communication with. It could be very rewarding for you and for them."

"You really imagine so ?"

"Of course !"

"That's what my instructor said."

"She's right. I'd bet few if any masses in that section ingest had the experience you have. All the auditory sense, the casting calls, and the performances you've done. That could be invaluable to unseasoned students."

The second pitcher was almost discharge. Bobby poured what was left of the beer into their mugs. Each mug had about two mouthful in it.

"Are you busybodied tomorrow night ?"Bree asked.

"I just cleared my slating,"Bobby said.

"Tomorrow's matinee is our final performance. Afterwards we have a casting party which I must serve for an 60 minutes or so. After that I'm going to dinner with Mom and Gerry and my gran and Moe. It's Gerry's treat. Would you come with me ?"

Bobby hesitated."You don't think that might be a short awkward ?"

"No, not at all. Please come, I don't want to be a fifth wheel. The cleaning woman all agree it is a good melodic theme. And the men both said they'd love to meet you. And don't trouble, neither one of them knows that you got there first."

Bobby blushed and Bree grinned."okeh,"he said.

"Great,"she said."And you know where we're going ? The seafood lieu you took me to."

"Flounder Fred's !"

"That's right. And after dinner and the old kinfolk leave, we can have a lilliputian time to ourselves."

Bobby drove Bree to summer's household. They had a nice kiss in his car and he waited until she was in the house and flashed the porchlight before he drove off.

-- --

dinner was set for seven-thirty. After a brief plosive at the holiday Inn down the blockage, Bobby arrived betimes and waited in the lobby. At about five minutes till seven the erstwhile sept arrived. summertime looked fine as ever in a red frock and with longer fuzz, now several inch down her back. Ella was lose weight and vibrant in a pie-eyed dim top and baggy flowery pants. He was pleasantly surprised when summer and Ella both hugged him without wavering, thus breaking any ice.

instauration had just been made when a taxi pulled up to the front entrance and Bree appeared. They were seated promptly and dinner went well. summer and Ella gave him a sideways coup d'oeil here and there but it was not uncomfortable at all. Conversation was free and easy, often focused on Bree's output, and Bobby really enjoyed it. Gerry was a handsome guy, maybe a few class elder than summer, and had a pretty trade good signified of bodily fluid. And Moe was a real piece of study, big and bold, queer as nether region and had a ponytail almost as retentive as Ella's.

After dinner party they all said their goodbyes in the pressure group. By this clip the home had thinned out so they took a private booth in the bar and ordered cognacs. drinkable they could nurse and extend the even. At first gear they talked about how well dinner had gone and how much they both liked Gerry and Moe. Then the conversation shifted to Bree's dilemma. A conclusion would bear to be made soon.

"When are you going back to New York ? How long will you be in town ?"Bobby asked. By this time they were holding hands.

"A few days,"she said."There's no rush. I have some mean solar day off from the day job and no gigs lined up. I've been concentrating on the oeuvre here for the last few calendar week, commuting back and forth a lot. Now that it's over it's sort of a disappointment, like ‘ Now what ? ’, you know what I mean ?"

"I think so,"Bobby said softly. They were peering into each other's'eyes, and all four were glistening.

Bobby reached into his sac and took out a room key from the vacation Inn down the street and put it on the table. He'd reserved a room hoping for the best.

Bree's eyes became blabbermouthed saucers. She smiled but started crying softly. Then she reached into her purse and pulled out a room key from the vacation Inn down the street and put it on the tabular array adjacent to the former one. Her grinning widened but her rent increased.

Bobby grinned and took her other hand in his and squeezed both and felt her squeezing him back.

"fountainhead, well,"he said."It's true : Great minds think alike !"

Fortunately they were able to budge one of the reserve to the following night. Bobby figured he had two daylight to convince her that moving back home was the right matter to do .